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𝐑𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 | KINKTOBER 2024 MASTERLIST .ᐟ
No Matter What (Hajime Umemiya) Doing Trends: Gym Encounters (JJK) Tougen Anki Boyfriend Headcanons (Oni Agency Ver.) !!!
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No Regrets .ᐟ
❤︎ | Sometimes it's just better to give in... (2.2k wc) ╰ feat. Miyuki Kazuya (DnA) x afab!reader
tags - vanilla for once lol, dry humping, pussay eating, unprotected (tsk tsk), situationship!Kazuya, afab reader, no Y/N
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“Did you regret it?”
His question hung in the air for longer than he would have liked. His eyes bore into your skull—much like it did last night before he leaned in and captured your lips in his.
A heat of the moment thing that you both swore wouldn’t happen again because you agreed to take it slow. Excruciatingly slow, he would think.
“Not at all. Did you?” You asked back.
“I did,” he replied almost too quickly.
You opened your mouth to speak, but was quickly cut off by him. “I regret it ‘cause now I can’t stop thinking about how much more I wanted to do to you.”
He said it so matter-of-factly that it threw you off. But his desire wasn’t lost on you.
“You want me?”
“God—yes. What do you think?”
You could only respond with a weak shrug. “You’ve never really shown—y’know? Moments of weakness or whatever you want to call it.”
A self-deprecating laugh escaped him before he calmed down with a sigh. “My self-control must be top-tier, huh? You think I’m some sort of saint?”
“Well, no.” Far from it—really.
He leaned back on the couch, closing his eyes momentarily. His hand came up to his face to rub his temples with his thumb and ring finger. “I want you so fucking bad,” he said, eyes still closed as if it would retain any semblance of discipline he had left. “But I respect you and I don’t want to rush a good thing.”
He slowly turns to face you, eyes fluttering open.
“So you’re really just holding back?”
“Mhm…”
“But—what if I want you so badly too?”
He swore he could hear something snap within him. His eyes widened for a fraction of a second before whipping his gaze away from you. “Fuck.”
Kazuya buried his face in his palms, annoyed. Not at you—never at you. But why would you say that to him now of all times?
“Should I have not said that?” You asked.
He looked at you slowly and incredulously. In his head, he called it for what it was—a stupid question.
“What do you think?” He asked back.
“No… but you’ll still hold back, right?”
Kazuya grumbled. “Yeah, I will. I promised I’d do things right with you.”
Then, silence. You let his words sink in, while he had to think about things other than how good you’d look beneath him. But he had to admit it was hard.
The ticking sound of the clock only reminded you of the prolonged tension between the two of you.
Tick… tock… tick… tock…
It could be so easy—you just have to scoot closer and kiss him again like you did last night.
“Kazuya?”
With the way he looked at you—you’d assume he was thinking of the same thing. He had that all-too-familiar hunger in his amber eyes.
“Yeah?”
Time seemed to pass slowly, but before he knew it, you were crawling to him. You were met with no resistance at all when you cupped his cheek and pulled him in. Your lips fit in his like a puzzle. It was warm and overwhelming.
One thing led to another and you were already sitting on his lap. His large hands firmly grasped the flesh of your thighs as your own hands squeezed his biceps. You were both anchoring yourselves for what was to come.
It became heated too quickly. Hips were rolling and hands were all over the place. A respite from the impromptu make out session was followed by him breathlessly groaning in your ear.
You briefly glanced down and caught him adjusting his pants—already aware of the predicament that he was in.
You both knew that there was no way he’d be able to hold back now.
As if to distract you, he searched for the sweet spot on your neck—carefully planting kisses from your jaw down to your collarbone. He was careful—precise. He bit and suckled, wanting to leave a mark—claiming you as his.
“I thought you’d wait?” you teased between gasps. His grip on your waist tightened for a moment before he unlatched his relentless lips from your neck.
“And I thought you’d behave yourself,” he retorted. “Only an idiot would pass up on this.”
On the Bridge .ᐟ
❤︎ | You and Karasu Tabito talk one morning on a long and winding bridge... ╰ feat. karasu tabito (bllk) x gn! reader
tags - fluff, gn! reader, no y/n, childhood friends, hiori feature
There was a long winding bridge in your idyllic hometown. Oftentimes it was lively in the afternoons. People would take a stroll with their family or pets there. It was also a popular spot for sweethearts wanting to have a quiet moment for just the two of them. The breeze was always gentle and the scenery made it even better.
In the mornings, however, it was usually empty. Occasionally, one or two people would pass by, but they'd be gone as soon as they came. It's not like it's a huge bother either since the bridge was quite long. There was enough room that the awkward smile-and-wave to a random stranger in the guise of being polite was unnecessary.
You took this as an opportunity to hang out at a specific spot on the bridge to clear your head. Waking up early in the morning, you'd often find your feet dragging you to this place like clockwork.
Today was the same as every other day: the birds were chirping, the breeze flew through your hair, and the sun shone down brightly on everything beneath it. You liked this; you liked the never-changing nature of this place and your life.
You embraced familiarity with open arms.
But you should have known that today wasn't going to be the same as the others. You had only one man to blame for that and it was Karasu Tabito.
No Matter What .ᐟ
❤︎ | If Umemiya Hajime promises you something—best believe he's keeping it (1.3k wc) ╰ feat. umemiya hajime (winbre) x afab! reader
tags - reader gets hurt, mentions of violence and injuries, angst to comfort, fluff, happy ending, caring ume, friends to lovers -ish, no y/n
a/n - this was a request on my other blog
"If you need help—no matter what it is—just call me and I'll be there."
Those were the words that Umemiya Hajime told you the first time you met him. And maybe he was just being nice. Maybe he only told you that because you were Kotoha's friend. Sure, he was the head of Furin and Furin's supposed to save the people of this town—but that doesn't mean that Ume would always be at your beck and call.
It doesn't necessarily mean that he'll be there for you no matter what.
Because you were just that—Kotoha's friend. You weren't anyone important that the top dog of Furin would come in and rescue you. But, God, you wished that you were.
You let those sweet words float by you at first, but now it was the only thing you were holding on to. That and your dwindling hope.
How did it come to this? Why did they have to come to the cafe at exactly the time that you were alone? Why did Kotoha leave you alone? Not that you blame her... but you do blame whoever these people are—for being so weak that they would hold a grudge against Furin, going as far as torturing the people that mattered to their leader rather than aiming for him themselves.
They were after Kotoha; that much you were sure of. Though, they figured, you could also be someone important to Umemiya Hajime. So they beat you up for safe measure. Perhaps a consolation that they couldn't get their true target.
You could only watch as they continued to trash the place, trying to send a message to Furin that they were dead serious about this feud—a feud that you unfortunately got tangled up in.
With your back facing the door, you were a witness to their wickedness. As much as you wanted to shout or flee for your life, you were frozen in place. Softly, you could only whisper his name—a futile prayer on deaf ears.
But Ume had a knack for turning bleak situations upside down. Too absorbed in fear, you failed to notice an intense presence make its way into the cafe. A newfound weight was put on your shoulders, a coat which you instinctively held on to. It radiated a masculine smell and it comforted you because it smelled exactly like him.
"Can you make do with my jacket for now? Just gotta deal with these guys first," he says, turning to look back at you with a reassuring smile.
Dumbfounded, you simply nodded at him, allowing him what he does best: saving the people he cares about. He effortlessly plowed his way through his opponents. His face showed no emotion, punch after punch. Part of you could tell that he was holding back; he could do even worse to them than this.
When all was said and done, Ume gave them a warning—more so a threat to be honest. The men almost crawled their way out of the place. Only then did you see a speck of emotion on Ume's face.
He was seething. The aftermath of the gang's actions made his blood boil. And to think what could have happened if Kotoha were there...
But most of all—and the reality is—you were the one that got hurt. You were no Kotoha, but Ume cared about you all the same. He was that type of guy after all.
DT 01: Gym Encounters .ᐟ
EP 01 | "Babe, what would you do if a girl approached you at the gym?" ╰ feat. gojo satoru, geto suguru, nanami kento, hiromi higuruma, choso kamo, toji fushiguro, sukuna ryomen, yuji itadori, megumi fushiguro, yuta okkotsu, inumaki toge (JJK)
tags - mostly crack, bit of fluff, tiktok trend, established relationship, playfully toxic just for the humor, slightly suggestive in nanami/hiromi/geto 's part, sukuna is violent what do you expect
"What would I do?"
"Yeah." You don't give him a chance to prepare as you go into character, pretending to be another girl trying to shoot her shot at him at the gym. It was only then he realized he was being roped into more of your silliness.
What was he going to do now?
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He was always down to humor your antics, especially this one as it piqued his interest. His enthusiasm made you happy. But you should have known that happiness would be shortlived.
There was a smile already plastered on his face before you even approached. Although, you chalked it up to him anticipating the scenario and not ACTUALLY smiling at a random gym girl coming at him... because why? Just why?
"Heyyy," you drawl out. "Would you mind being my spotter for a bit? I'm trying out a new PR for my squats."
Of course. It had to be squats. To be fair, the right answer here, regardless of the exercise, was to say n—
"Sure."
What.
"Excuse me. What?" you say out loud.
He shrugged and simply repeated his words. "Sure. I can help you out. PR you say? That's great. Hitting your gym goals and whatnot."
Eyes were narrowed and fists were clenched. He doesn't even look like he was second guessing himself. You weren't in the mood to even continue at this point.
"Game's over. You failed by the way."
A look of genuine shock crossed his face as if he didn't just happily entertain this hypothetical gym girl. "What? How? I was so nice though?"
"That's the point!"
Dumbfounded, he tried tracing back his actions, figuring out what he did wrong. "Isn't being gentlemanly the point here?"
This time, it was you who was dumbfounded. "You... you thought... you thought this was a test to see how gentlemanly you were?"
How even...
He nodded, hoping that his nobleness would somehow change your mind. He's lucky you're feeling kind today. He might need to redeem himself another time though...
Doing Trends .ᐟ masterlist of forcing your favs to do silly online trends with you ❤︎ ╰ incl. jujutsu kaisen, blue lock, wind breaker, etc. (to be updated)
a/n - expect mildly slow updates to this series because, 1.) i do not have tiktok, 2.) i'd have to watch a couple of variations of the trend first
a/n 2 - works will mostly be crack and fluff, maybe slightly suggestive in some
EP 01 | Gym Encounters ╰ "Babe, what would you do if a girl approached you at the gym?"
❤︎ Jujutsu Kaisen Men x afab! reader ╰ gojo satoru, geto suguru, nanami kento, hiromi higuruma, choso kamo, toji fushiguro, sukuna ryomen, yuji itadori, megumi fushiguro, yuta okkotsu, inumaki toge
EP 02 | He Texted You WHAT? ╰ He's ranking hypothetical texts you receive from a hypothetical man based on how angry it would make him
❤︎ TBD x afab! reader ╰ ...
EP 03 | TBD ╰ ...
❤︎ TBD ╰ ...
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mdni ; incl - phone sex
"Hey, what are you wearing right now?" he asked through the phone.
You knew a late night call from him would start off like this—it always did. And it's no surprise. Besides, it's been almost 2 weeks since you've last seen each other. You have his job to thank for that.
A small laugh escapes you. "Guess."
He hums for a while, but you both knew that he knew the answer to your teasing question. "The sheer nightie that leaves little to imagination?"
He was right. Of course he was. He could practically envision it, as if you were sitting right next to him on this cold and empty hotel bed.
"Fuuuck." His voice was huskier than usual, a tell-tale sign of him growing aroused. But then you spoke again, "How about you? What are you wearing?"
Imagination wasn't enough. He would go above and beyond for you, which is why you found yourself staring at a mirror selfie of him a few minutes later. His mouthwatering muscles were on display and those sweatpants...
Oh those sweatpants...
They were your kryptonite, especially with them hanging so low on his hips that his happy trail gave you a preview of one of your favorite sights in the world.
You were so entranced that you almost forgot he was still on the line.
"You still there, baby? Or are you already putting that picture to good use?" The smugness in his voice was otherwise infuriating. But in this case, you only grew wetter by the sound of his teasing.
"Mhm... still here," you say. But mentally, you were in another world. His scent, his overwhelming presence, his touch—you missed it all. The frustration eventually boiled over and you couldn't help but snake your hand down beneath your panties, circling around your clit like how he'd do it.
A satisfied hum leaves your lips, earning a chuckle from him. "Rubbing your pussy for me? That's cute."
"I hate that you're not here... I wish you were the one touching me right now."
"I know, I know," he cooed. "I wish I could feel how wet you are too." He sighed audibly before reaching into his pants as well, palming at his growing erection. It was more painful than usual. But that's what 2 whole weeks without your touch does to him.
It gets unbearable and he decides to pull out his length from his sweats completely. The cool air of the room heightened his sensitivity causing him to suck in through his teeth.
You smirked to yourself. "Feeling good, baby?"
"Not as good as when you do it," he murmurs. Truth be told, he felt like a teenager again... 'cuz how is he so hard and leaky from phone sex?
Unbelievable, he thought. But what can he do? He'll have to settle this for now because in a few more days... he can finally pound into that pussy he's been missing so much.
Gojo Satoru, Choso Kamo, Toji Fushiguro, Karasu Tabito, Sendou Shuuto, Oliver Aiku, Narumi Gen, Kuroo Tetsurou, Oikawa Tooru, Suna Rintarou, Bokuto Kotarou, Dazai Osamu, Kyouya Oiranzaka + any of your luvs
a/n - erm... part 2? anyone?
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A Trace of Body Paint .ᐟ
❤︎ Request | He's learning anatomy for his art class—you'll help him, right? 3.1k wc ╰ feat. artist!shidou ryusei (bllk) x afab!reader
tags - lots of tension and build up at first, p*rn with plot, college au, artist! shidou, he and reader are both experienced, FILTHY, dirty talk, unprotected smeggs, rough smeggs, face f*cking, creampies, overstim, no y/n, not beta read
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"Yeah! I'll see you next week for my next assignment. Okay?"
Yeah right... next week...
You didn't peg Shidou as the type to flake on you, especially since he was the one who needed something from you. At first, you gave him the benefit of the doubt, then your mind wandered to impossible territory.
Maybe he found a different person to model for him.
Maybe you weren't good enough a model and he was getting low marks because of you...
But wouldn't that be his fault?
Maybe... he dropped out of class?
Every possibility crossed your mind, but not once did you think of actually asking him, "Hey, what's up with not calling me anymore to model for your art class? You know... THE THING WE DO WEEKLY?"
But pride does get the best of us. You are no different. Either the world ends or he grovels at your feet for ghosting you like that. Anyway, why did you care so much?
Shidou Ryusei only asked you to model for him for a few weeks for an art course he was taking. It just so happens you two were close and your schedules matched (and he thought you were really pretty). In exchange, he'd treat you after every drawing session. Ordinary stuff—that was until you slowly started to develop feelings for him.
There was something about the way he looked at you as he studied every minute detail—making sure they were all transferred to paper. He made you feel so... beautiful in ways you've never realized before. But most of all, you fell for such a creative and passionate spirit.
You were snapped out of your thoughts upon spotting a familiar hairdo across the quad. Your eyes met and you made sure not to waste this opportunity—glaring at him, making sure he knew how much he had pissed you off. Shidou looked left and right, possibly trying to find a way out of it. But maybe the intensity in your eyes worked because before you knew it—he was making his way to you.
"Hey..."
"Really? That's all you have to say after ignoring the texts I sent last week?"
"Eh... must've missed them," he lied.
"What about the time you saw me near your building? You missed me standing a meter away from you?"
"Guess so," he lied again.
His nonchalance made you want to rip your hair out. This hot-and-cold treatment was driving you up the wall. It was clear with the exasperated look on your face.
Though, his eyes never left yours—those same damn eyes that stared at you for hours. It was like there was something he wanted to say, but couldn't.
"Why did you even walk over here?"
He sighed like he didn't gave a shit. "You looked like you were about to murder me."
"Shouldn't you be running away then?" you countered. Shidou simply shrugged. "I'm not sure either."
You were about to unleash your fury, but he sighed loudly before continuing. "Fuck... fine. I've been avoiding you."
"Yes. I can clearly see that. The question is—why?"
"Look. I've been getting the highest scores in class because I have the luxury to have an actual person model for me... while everyone else relies on references on the internet or whatever," he explains. "But now... it's..."
"Isn't that a good thing then?" you asked—confused by his reasoning, but even more confused by his change in demeanor.
He shook his head. "Nah... it's just... I won't be needing you anymore."
Your jaw dropped. He said it so casually like it didn't just left a gaping hole in your chest.
"I mean," he backtracked. "We're gonna start drawing nude figures soon, so either you're willing to strip for me or—"
You cut him off. "Are you gonna draw my face with it?"
"Eh, all I need to draw now is the body since we're done with portraits and—"
You cut him off again. "Then draw me."
"Wha—" Shidou was cut off once more. "You heard me. Draw me," you say, as if challenging him.
It earns a hearty laugh from him—one you haven't heard in a while. "You're saying you're gonna stand butt naked in front of me while I stare at you for an hour or two? You know how that sounds, right?"
"It sounds like you're gonna stare at me butt naked for an hour or two."
You were so shameless, he thought. But it was one of the many things he liked about you. He chuckled, amused by the way things turned. Well... what kind of artist would he be to turn down such an enticing muse?
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Between Me and You .ᐟ
❤︎ | While your other friends are enjoying themselves on your little camping trip, you and Kaiser were secretly fucking around (3k wc) ╰ feat. michael kaiser (bllk) x afab! reader
kinktober entry no. 6 | kinktober masterlist
tags - exhibitionism, car fun, fingering, hand jobs, kaiser is a bit desperate, camping trip, p in v, breeding, p*rn with plot, profanity, kaiser and reader banter a bit, friends/enemies-ish to lovers
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"Can you stop fucking moving for a second?"
A tone of annoyance filled his voice as he gripped your waist, effectively keeping you in place.
You two found yourselves in a rather interesting position—at the back of your friend's car with nothing else but the equipment you guys brought for the camping trip. You and Kaiser just pulled the short end of the stick hence why the others were enjoying a little bit of space in the cramped car, while you two had none at all.
"Move one more time and I swear to God—"
"What? You'll get harder?" you tease.
Kaiser clicked his tongue. He was already regretting this trip. The first half of the journey was rather peaceful as he probably fell asleep. And maybe it was because he wasn't conscious to keep his "thing" in control—combined with the fact that you had been rubbing against him this entire time—but it wasn't surprising that he was slowly getting hard.
You thought it would be funny to mess with him; you two had that kind of odd relationship anyway. So you rolled your ass against him, pretending that the road was bumpier than it actually is... until he woke up and became aware of the situation.
"I'm not hard," he denies. But the stiff feeling poking at you from behind told you otherwise.
You simply grinded your hips against him again in response—earning a low groan from him.
"Ya alright back there, man?" one of your friends asks, looking in the rear view mirror.
Kaiser breathes in. "Yeah, one of the tent poles just kept poking me and it hurt."
"Something's poking me too," you add, but Kaiser quickly pinches the side of your waist to stop your mischief.
Your friend laughs, completely unaware of what you two were doing at the back of his car. "My bad. Y'all just try your best to get comfortable, a'ight? We got about another hour on the road."
A whole entire hour.
You could either torture yourself by dwelling on the fact that your position was uncomfortable or... you could have fun. But it seems like Kaiser had the same idea as he slowly lifted up the skirt of your sundress. Your eyes widened, fully knowing that the tides have now turned against you.
"Let's see if you like it," he whispers in your ear. His breath felt warm, contrasting the chilly air of the airconditioned vehicle.
The panties you wore today matched the color of your sundress, except he can't really see it with you sitting on his lap like that. Though it hardly mattered. It was coming off later anyway.
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You said it was going to be the innocent kind of shower time...
He was tired, so when you asked to join him in the shower, he thought you were offering to lather him up and rinse him—a gesture of kindness so to speak. But he soon finds out how oh so wrong he was.
It would have been fine except for the fact that you were lathering soap on him with your body instead of the bar of soap right in front of you. It was on purpose; the way you transferred the suds on your body to his.
A scowl slowly formed on his face. You were testing his patience right now and it didn't help that you spoke in a lilted tone as if to taunt him.
One moment you were scrubbing his back and now you were face to face with him—his eyes burning into your face. The warm water cascaded down his muscular back as he shielded you from it, an arm caging you against the wall.
"You're lucky I still have energy to spare," he says in a subdued tone. But even as he tries to be stern, a trace of a smile lingers on your face.
All according to plan.
Geto Suguru, Toji Fushiguro, Nanami Kento, Shiu Kong, Hiromi Higuruma, Sae Itoshi, Barou Shoei, Karasu Tabito, Hoshina Soshiro, Iwaizumi Hajime, Suna Rintarou, Kuroo Tetsurou, Sanemi Shinazugawa, Giyuu Tomioka, Miyuki Kazuya + any of your luvs
a/n - I'm so busy that I can only post drabbles just to let the demons in my head quiet down a bit...
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1 | Tougen Anki Boyfriend Headcanons .ᐟ
❤︎ | What are the TouAnki men like in a relationship? (oni agency ver.) ╰ feat. mudano naito, masumi yodogawa, kyouya oiranzaka, kaoru namikado, hagure nekosaki, yu innami, hyakki taiga, shion kuchimori
tags - gn reader, no y/n, sfw & n/sfw headcanons, not beta read, tw: exhibitionism, edging, punishment, dacryphilia, marking/biting, BDSM (nothing extreme, just mentioned)
see also -> kikoku unit ver. | momo ver | more soon...
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— Mudano Naito
Getting Hot In Here .ᐟ
summary - things get hot 'n' heavy in the sauna feat. ceo!sukuna ryomen x afab reader tags - workplace smex, p*rn with a bit of plot, dom/sub dynamics, ryo is mean & rough (calls reader a bitch), power play, dirty talk, bit of edging, overstimulation, fingering, p in v, dubcon, light choking, swearing, public smex, no y/n
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Working at your company came with many perks, particularly the amenities in the building. You have a gym, a game room, a small theatre, and the rarely used sauna. Most of these are only made available to those in the higher positions and luckily for you, a promotion fell right in your lap.
Then, you wondered why the sauna was barely used. Did people hate the heat that much? But isn't it supposed to be relaxing? You've only tried going to a sauna once before, but knowing this company, the sauna here should be better by tenfold.
It was certainly worth checking out.
network tag: @pixelcafe-network
Hi!
Can I please request a Shidou? We know from the selfie bible that Shidou is very fond of arts, and if he wasn't a soccer player, he would be a painter or sculptor.
He asked the reader to be his muse, to capture their image on a canvas (like he was begging for it, lol)
Doesn't matter nsfw or swf, however you are inspired and see fit is unimportant to me.
Just wanted to read about Shidou's artistic skills. Thank you so much😚
Hello <3
Thank you for this request. I HAD SO MUCH FUN WITH IT. I know it took forever to make, but I hope it's what you imagined lol.
Here it is: A Trace of Body Paint (Request)
A Trace of Body Paint .ᐟ
❤︎ Request | He's learning anatomy for his art class—you'll help him, right? 3.1k wc ╰ feat. artist!shidou ryusei (bllk) x afab!reader
tags - lots of tension and build up at first, p*rn with plot, college au, artist! shidou, he and reader are both experienced, FILTHY, dirty talk, unprotected smeggs, rough smeggs, face f*cking, creampies, overstim, no y/n, not beta read
minors do not interact
"Yeah! I'll see you next week for my next assignment. Okay?"
Yeah right... next week...
You didn't peg Shidou as the type to flake on you, especially since he was the one who needed something from you. At first, you gave him the benefit of the doubt, then your mind wandered to impossible territory.
Maybe he found a different person to model for him.
Maybe you weren't good enough a model and he was getting low marks because of you...
But wouldn't that be his fault?
Maybe... he dropped out of class?
Every possibility crossed your mind, but not once did you think of actually asking him, "Hey, what's up with not calling me anymore to model for your art class? You know... THE THING WE DO WEEKLY?"
But pride does get the best of us. You are no different. Either the world ends or he grovels at your feet for ghosting you like that. Anyway, why did you care so much?
Shidou Ryusei only asked you to model for him for a few weeks for an art course he was taking. It just so happens you two were close and your schedules matched (and he thought you were really pretty). In exchange, he'd treat you after every drawing session. Ordinary stuff—that was until you slowly started to develop feelings for him.
There was something about the way he looked at you as he studied every minute detail—making sure they were all transferred to paper. He made you feel so... beautiful in ways you've never realized before. But most of all, you fell for such a creative and passionate spirit.
You were snapped out of your thoughts upon spotting a familiar hairdo across the quad. Your eyes met and you made sure not to waste this opportunity—glaring at him, making sure he knew how much he had pissed you off. Shidou looked left and right, possibly trying to find a way out of it. But maybe the intensity in your eyes worked because before you knew it—he was making his way to you.
"Hey..."
"Really? That's all you have to say after ignoring the texts I sent last week?"
"Eh... must've missed them," he lied.
"What about the time you saw me near your building? You missed me standing a meter away from you?"
"Guess so," he lied again.
His nonchalance made you want to rip your hair out. This hot-and-cold treatment was driving you up the wall. It was clear with the exasperated look on your face.
Though, his eyes never left yours—those same damn eyes that stared at you for hours. It was like there was something he wanted to say, but couldn't.
"Why did you even walk over here?"
He sighed like he didn't gave a shit. "You looked like you were about to murder me."
"Shouldn't you be running away then?" you countered. Shidou simply shrugged. "I'm not sure either."
You were about to unleash your fury, but he sighed loudly before continuing. "Fuck... fine. I've been avoiding you."
"Yes. I can clearly see that. The question is—why?"
"Look. I've been getting the highest scores in class because I have the luxury to have an actual person model for me... while everyone else relies on references on the internet or whatever," he explains. "But now... it's..."
"Isn't that a good thing then?" you asked—confused by his reasoning, but even more confused by his change in demeanor.
He shook his head. "Nah... it's just... I won't be needing you anymore."
Your jaw dropped. He said it so casually like it didn't just left a gaping hole in your chest.
"I mean," he backtracked. "We're gonna start drawing nude figures soon, so either you're willing to strip for me or—"
You cut him off. "Are you gonna draw my face with it?"
"Eh, all I need to draw now is the body since we're done with portraits and—"
You cut him off again. "Then draw me."
"Wha—" Shidou was cut off once more. "You heard me. Draw me," you say, as if challenging him.
It earns a hearty laugh from him—one you haven't heard in a while. "You're saying you're gonna stand butt naked in front of me while I stare at you for an hour or two? You know how that sounds, right?"
"It sounds like you're gonna stare at me butt naked for an hour or two."
You were so shameless, he thought. But it was one of the many things he liked about you. He chuckled, amused by the way things turned. Well... what kind of artist would he be to turn down such an enticing muse?
Better Bite the Bullet .ᐟ
❤︎ | He's just trying to be a good best friend by teaching you a useful skill in life... blowjobs (2k wc) ╰ feat. iwaizumi hajime (hq) x afab! reader
kinktober entry no. 10 | kinktober masterlist
tags - college au, childhood bestfriends, Oikawa mention, blowjobs, handjobs, no p in v, p*rn with plot, virgin! reader
minors do not interact
You've known Hajime since you were in diapers, long enough that he had grown indifferent to your antics. He hasn't even looked up once from his phone as you paced tirelessly around his bedroom. You were losing your shit and Hajime was sitting on his bed without a care in the world.
A bright idea came to you in the form of making your footsteps louder in hopes that it would annoy him enough to catch his attention. He clicks his tongue once before narrowing his eyes at your moving form.
But not even a second later, his eyes were back on his phone one again. "What the hell are you even doing?" he asked.
"Pacing around. Isn't it obvious?"
He grumbles, finally turning his phone off and throwing it to the side where it landed on his pillow with a soft thud. "No shit Sherlock. I meant what are you pacing around for? It's annoying."
Finally, you stop in your tracks, facing your childhood best friend with your lower lip between your teeth. You've been dying to tell him what was on your chest an hour ago. But now that you're about to spill the beans to him—you found yourself tripping over your words.
"I guess... um... Oikawa kinda asked me to hang out soon... um..."
Hajime's interest was piqued. Normally he wouldn't give two shits about who Oikawa asked out. But this time it was you. An uneasy feeling brewed in his stomach, like he had drank rancid milk.
"And you're worrying about it like some middle schooler? C'mon you're in college," he deflects. Of course, it was his defense mechanism—to act all tough and harsh with the revelation.
You crossed your arms in defense. "I get that... but it's THE Oikawa Tooru that we're talking about here."
"So?"
"What do you mean 'so'? Is your head not screwed on properly?"
Hajime rolls his eyes. Not only were you about to be whisked away by Oikawa, but you had the gall to act like a total brat right now.
"He's just asking to hang out—what's so amazing about that?"
Truth be told, you hadn't thought this far into what it would be like if you had this conversation with Hajime. You figured you wouldn't have to divulge the second—more embarrassing—part of this whole event.
A disappointed sigh leaves your lips. You screwed your eyes shut as if to prepare for the impact of his reaction on what you have to say next.
"A friend of mine told me that when he says something like that... it usually leads to... you know..."
Hajime's eyebrow perked then silence ensued. He knew what you meant, of course. He wasn't born yesterday.
"To what? Fucking?"
Your eyes shot open at his vulgar choice of words. That's exactly what you meant, but you didn't think he'd be so blunt about it. "I mean—if it does get to that... obviously I won't just go all the way with him. I haven't even talked to him that much," you say—backpedaling.
"You won't go all the way, but you'll go somewhere huh?" he pried further. He played it off like he was teasing or, worse yet, mocking. But he wanted to know; he knew his friend's intentions, but he didn't know yours.
You nervously bit your lip again. This was going to be the third revelation of tonight. Never in a thousand years would you have thought that you'd be having his conversation with your childhood best friend.
"Maybe... maybe, yeah... that's what I'm nervous about..."
The uneasy feeling had grown worse. Hajime swallowed even though his mouth felt dry. "Then just don't," he suggests. "You could always just hang out normally."
Another sigh escapes you and you decide to sit beside him—plopping down on the mattress. You ran your fingers through your hair, smoothing out any tangles that had built up.
"I just wanna experience something... you know? I'll only be young and in college once..." you admit. At this point, there was no use in hiding it. Hajime knew every substantial detail anyway.
This time, it was Hajime who sighed. Part of him still felt dread, but another felt pity for you.
"Jeez..."
Hearing his reaction, you felt the urge to stand up and find your bearings. But a warm hand grips your wrist before you could go. You turn to look back and see Hajime's determined expression.
"I'll teach you then."
Was thinking of making a part 2. Does anyone wanna read that or what ( ͡• ͜ʖ ͡• )
You said it was going to be the innocent kind of shower time...
He was tired, so when you asked to join him in the shower, he thought you were offering to lather him up and rinse him—a gesture of kindness so to speak. But he soon finds out how oh so wrong he was.
It would have been fine except for the fact that you were lathering soap on him with your body instead of the bar of soap right in front of you. It was on purpose; the way you transferred the suds on your body to his.
A scowl slowly formed on his face. You were testing his patience right now and it didn't help that you spoke in a lilted tone as if to taunt him.
One moment you were scrubbing his back and now you were face to face with him—his eyes burning into your face. The warm water cascaded down his muscular back as he shielded you from it, an arm caging you against the wall.
"You're lucky I still have energy to spare," he says in a subdued tone. But even as he tries to be stern, a trace of a smile lingers on your face.
All according to plan.
Geto Suguru, Toji Fushiguro, Nanami Kento, Shiu Kong, Hiromi Higuruma, Sae Itoshi, Barou Shoei, Karasu Tabito, Hoshina Soshiro, Iwaizumi Hajime, Suna Rintarou, Kuroo Tetsurou, Sanemi Shinazugawa, Giyuu Tomioka, Miyuki Kazuya + any of your luvs
a/n - I'm so busy that I can only post drabbles just to let the demons in my head quiet down a bit...
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Ain't I Fallen In Love .ᐟ
❤︎ | he doesn't realize it yet, but he's kind of clingy ╰ feat. miyuki kazuya (dna)
tags - clingy miyuki, hint of pro player!miyuki, fluff and more fluff, i love him, it's his birthday tomorrow yay
a/n - based on the song Sweet Dreams, TN by the Last Shadow Puppets (pls listen to it!)
Kazuya thinks he isn't the clingy type of boyfriend. There was just no way.
Yet, it seems as if he's addicted to your presence. His words may betray him, but his actions certainly don't.
You see it in the way he aimlessly follows you around your shared space, talking your ear off as you busy yourself with chores. He doesn't even realize how talkative he becomes around you—that's when he's the happiest.
He goes on and on about some random thing he stumbled upon recently, until he realizes he had been talking for a solid 10 minutes or so. He stops, shrinks, and backtracks most of the time. You know the face he makes when it dawns on him that he had been yapping nonstop. It makes you laugh—it makes you smile really wide. Kazuya gets flustered when you have to reassure him that it's alright. But he insists that he isn't clingy.
I just sort of always feel sick without you baby I ain't got anything to lick without you, baby Nothing seems to stick without you, baby
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